#WIPIT WEDNESDAY with Melody Parks – #Chastity Belts #BDSM

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Hello Wipsters… we’re wipping up a storm in camp Mandara this week. I have actually put pen to paper (or fingers to a typewriter!) and written something this week. Have I mentioned how awful I am when starting a new book? I just sit and mope for weeks and write a couple of hundred words a day if I’m lucky… but NOT last night. Oh no… 800 words last night. Chastity Belts. Say no more…

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THE TIES THAT BIND

Marianna barely heard a word of what he was saying for a row of naked, marching maids appeared out of nowhere and began to clean the table with clear plastic spray bottles and linen dishcloths. At least, she assumed they were maids because the only article of clothing they wore was a tiny, frilly lace cap on the top of their heads. That did not mean that their bodies were not adorned, they were, just not with clothes. Their nipples had been rouged and tightly clamped with long chains of silver from which dangled a tear-dropped shaped pearl as a weight. This ensured each stood to proud attention. Every single mouth had been taped shut with a long rectangular black piece of tape and each set of buttocks had been soundly spanked judging by the glowing hues which varied in colour from salmon pink to the darkest crimson. None of the girls would be sitting down any time soon, but Marianna guessed that was the idea.

The nipple clamps were not the only additional accessories the maids wore, for around each maid’s waist was a thick, black, leather belt and another similar belt came off the design making a ‘T’ shape. Three silver padlocks, two to the side and one at the front, ensured that the maid’s would not be receiving any pleasurable attentions from the patrons of the bar. Both their sex and back passage were locked up tight. Marianna shuddered at the thought and found herself ridiculously wet. Why the thought of wearing a chastity belt should turn her on, she had absolutely no idea, but the idea was ridiculously appealing.

Mark, of course, missed nothing. “Shall I get you one? It would certainly solve the panty problem. You wouldn’t be wearing any naughty undergarments over that thing, I can tell you.” He raised his eyebrow up at her playfully and squeezed her thigh.

“Very funny,” she whispered, but was annoyed to find her voice reedy and breathless. She knew without a doubt that the man could do all that and much worse. Whilst she’d had a back seat in the Zystrom office, she’d had a bird’s eye view of all the goings on. If you managed to work there long enough, your eyes went into permanent, shocked-wide-open mode, and sometimes it was really hard to shut them again.

“I’d make sure there was just one key, sweetness, and I’d be the one to hold it. Wouldn’t that be fun? We could even take the cameras out of your place because with one of those beasts around your waist, you wouldn’t need them. What do you think?” A very prolonged silence greeted his question.

Meanwhile, the maids were all diligently applying themselves to the task of cleaning the tables. Breasts bounced this way and that, and each was careful to ensure sure that no part of their bodies touched the table. They had been well trained. They scrubbed furiously, with both arms outstretched and their legs spread wide apart. There were plenty of wandering fingers that trailed up and down their naked flesh, teasing and tormenting their skin, but none of them made it inside the ingenious design of the belt, though several tried.

“Well, what do you think?” Mark repeated, sensing that Marianna’s attention was elsewhere.

Marianna was not at all sure what to think. Was Mark was playing with her? She’d learnt the hard way that you never made the mistake of underestimating the man. Thankfully the arrival of the dessert course gave her a reprieve and the question would hopefully remain unanswered if luck was on her side.

 

The blushing pink bottoms of the maids wiggled and jiggled as they made their way back to the kitchens and that alone caught the eye of every red-blooded male in the room, let alone the females, most of whom were also dribbling. If they weren’t, the arrival of thirty naked male chefs would probably do the trick. Marianna’s jaw dropped open and it was almost as if the ball gag was still inside her mouth. There was a tick in Mark’s jaw and a twinkle in his eye as he closed it for her. “They’ll be leaning over you and serving up your dessert in a moment, Miss Morreau, so you can save the drooling for later. With any luck they’ll think you’re orgasming over the dessert course or I might have to lay you across my knee and spank you right here and now.” She squeaked as he grabbed hold of her ass and gave her thigh a playful swat.

Even with the threat of a public spanking, Marianna couldn’t resist checking out the delicious, rippling abs of the men as they walked towards them. Oiled up and ripped as they were, they could have graced any number of women’s magazines but when her gaze inevitably dipped below their waist line, she gasped. “They’re wearing the same kind of devices as the girls?” While the male slaves were similarly attired to the females, with little more than big, poufy white chef’s hats and tight silver clamps around their nipples, they also worse what must be the equivalent of a male chastity device. A clear, contoured cage covered each of their cocks and a thick circle of clear plastic wrapped around the circumference of the top of their testicles. Due to the size of the cage, none of the men would be able to achieve an erection anytime soon, and more than one cock was straining for escape.

 

“Not quite the same, the equipment differs somewhat,” said Mark, who was most amused by Marianna’s shocked expression.

“Do they hurt?” she whispered.

“They shouldn’t as long as they’re fitted properly, but they take some getting used to,” Mark said with a lopsided grin.

“And can they still get an erection like that? Those little cages look so small…”

Mark nearly laughed out loud. Marianna appeared to be fully over her earlier incident, her attention now wholly absorbed in the plight of these slave-boys who were currently preparing to do damage with chocolate sauce and raspberries, if he wasn’t much mistaken. He nuzzled himself against the back of Marianna’s neck and answered her question. “Yes, they can still get hard, the device is able to move away from their bodies, but they’re certainly not going to have any fun while wearing one. Anyway, I think that’s enough questions for now. If you interrupt the dessert description, I am going to buy the sturdiest steel chastity belt money can buy and I will lock you away inside it for a week without relief.” His teeth nipped at the soft skin of her neck to emphasise his point.

There was a general clatter of squeaky wheels as the slaves each picked up a shiny metal dessert trolley which had been lined up to the side of the bar. Each trolley was filled with all manner of interesting looking implements, from what appeared to be large, squirty aerosol cannisters to blow torches. There were plenty of different sized pots and containers, and even a saucepan that had been carefully placed upon a food warmer which was being gently heated by the flickering light of a candle below. As the trolleys wheeled themselves along slowly, under the powerful arms of the naked chefs, the smell that they diffused in their wake was divine. Marianna wasn’t exactly sure what she was inhaling, but at a guess she’d go with cinnamon, raspberries, caramel, almonds and chocolate. Now that the burning sensation of her poor little clitoris had died down somewhat, she found herself mightily glad that she’d decided to stay. Dessert, it appeared, was going to be something spectacular.

“I daresay that would be a walk in the park, compared to the last eighteen months or so,” said Marianna, trying – unsuccessfully – to hide a smirk upon her face.

Mark turned her around on his lap so that she was now facing him and the expression he wore upon his face looked downright feral. He leaned forward so the hot breath of his mouth tickled her ear and then he let her wait a few seconds as his tongue traced the outline of her ear before he decided to grace her with a reply. “You’ve just got yourself an appointment for a fitting with several padlocks, young lady. Don’t expect to back-chat your Master unless you’re willing to suffer the consequences.” She tugged her ear away from his mouth and she giggled. He rolled his eyes around his head in disgust. This one might be new, but she’d learn quickly enough. “I daresay you’d be wrong. This time you’ll have me to contend with and I will make sure I torment your body to the limits of its endurance… whist denying you the privilege of relief. If you thought your earlier episode tonight was unbearable, Miss Morreau, then I assure you, you have yet to have the pleasure of tangling with me as I meet out a lesson.” His eyes sparkled dangerously. “Now be quiet before I toss you over my knee, spank every last sound from your body and make you come at least another five times.” He raised his eyebrows and dared her to challenge him.

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11 thoughts on “#WIPIT WEDNESDAY with Melody Parks – #Chastity Belts #BDSM

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  2. I want to have desert at this place. Oiled up sexy men with tight rippling abs? yes please. Oh and I’ve always wanted to see a cock cage up close.
    I feel just a little bit sorry for Marianna though. A week in a Chastity belt… Poor, poor girl!
    Great Except… can’t wait for more. ☺

    • C’mon Melody… you know that secret yellow inner voice of yours would love to spend a week in a chastity belt ~grin~ — and if you don’t come on back to wipitup soon, I might have to send you one ~grin~ I hope those rewrites are nearrrrly finished 🙂 Thanks for stopping by xox

  3. Oooh! The spanking threats sounded more delicious than the desserts! But I must confess, it was the black rectangular tape over the mouths that gave me the chills. We all know I could NEVER do that. LOL! LOVED the scene, Ms. Mandara! 🙂

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